Felicia
Felicia is my girlfriend. We have a deep love for one another, and a very strong relationship... or... at least we did. It was nothing less than fate that brought us together. My wife left me for Tyler, and he left Felicia for my wife. It didn't take long before my wife had become pregnant with his child. Shortly after his birth, Tyler's mother committed suicide. I was never told why, but he blamed it on my wife. As a result, he began threatening her, causing my wife to reach out to those who knew him. Felicia and my wife quickly became friends, and completely by chance, so did she and myself.
It's actually kind of funny, she messaged me and we started flirting. She had thought that I was my wife's brother, because we had the same last name. It took a few months before she realized that my wife and I were actually married. She had no idea that either one of us had been married. Who could blame her? Her boyfriend left her for my wife, so it's no surprise that the thought that my wife was married never crossed her mind. But by the time she found this out, we had already become deeply attached with one another, so it was easy for her to push our infidelities to the back of her mind.
Everything was great, that is, until November rolled around. This woman, whom I was deeply in love with, I would like to say she just became distant, but the truth is she all but disappeared from my life. Then the day came, November 19th, she changed her Skype photo to that of an eerie woman with black eyes and changed her tag to say "RIP FEE."
I was worried about her. I tried contacting her on Skype, but she never got on. I tried to text her but to no avail. I tried to call her and her phone had been disconnected. I didn't even bother messaging her on Facebook, because neither of us ever bothered with it. That was until she began posting cryptic statuses.
They came as if clockwork, once a week, and afterwards I would actually get to talk to her sometimes... if only for a little while. But she seemed different.
The statuses she posted were things like, "I hate my life."
"Get me off of this planet."
"I am a waste of oxygen."
"FUCK YOU!! HAHAHA! YOU'RE EITHER EVIL OR STUPID!"
"Want to help overpopulation? Start with me!"
I would try to get an explanation for these, but never did. All I would get were warnings.
"Don't go to the cemetery," she said.
"There is something attached to you."
"Something bad will happen if you go."
I should have listened, but that's a story for another day.
The thing that threw me back by this, was that Felicia was very brave. When she learned about Slenderman and BEK's, she actively started seeking out people who had encountered them in hopes of having her own experiences. I advised her against it but she was adamant that she could handle it. But that's beside the point.
It didn't make any sense for her not to be fearful of the entities she was searching for, and at the same time be concerned about something that may or may not be following me.
I didn't hear from her again until today.
I was watching MrCreepyPasta on YouTube when I came across "Jeff is Back." Towards the end where Jeff the Killer is talking to the listeners, the last person he addressed sent a chill down my spine, "You, the one shivering in the chair, and has a girlfriend named Jessica. She's mine. He won't save you."
I instantly got on Facebook and was surprised to see Felicia in chat. I sent her a message. "I'm glad to see you're on, I was worried about you." She replied almost instantly, "Why are you worried?" I told her that I had been watching a MrCreepyPasta video when something that was said jarred me. Chat reported the message as "Seen."
I waited about ten minutes, Felicia was still in chat, and I sent her another message, "Are you ok?"
"Seen."
"Babe?"
"Seen."
I became even more worried at this point, completely paranoid, I decided to send a cryptic message in order to confirm my fears. "Go to sleep. Text me tomorrow. I miss you."
"Seen."
Then she got off chat.
As a closing note, I will leave you with this. Most of you may have already figured it out, but her name isn't Felicia, it's Jessica; Jessica Karen Felicia.
Update:
I talked to her again briefly. I told her that I had written this about her. No reply. Then I mentioned I had just woken up for a nightmare. She said, "Awesome." Moments later she would continue to say that she was Christmas shopping. This got me excited and I asked her who she was shopping for before I realized what she had said prior to that. "Wait, it's awesome that I had a nightmare?" I asked her. She ignored the question and simply answered my first question. "For you." After she said that she got off chat.
I know that it's probably just my paranoia getting to me, but I am still concerned. Paranoia aside, she's been sent to another country, hates her job, doesn't know when she will be able to come home, and is being forced to spend the holidays away from her loved ones. It makes sense that she would be depressed. Being depressed would explain her actions of late and why she's become so withdrawn. I know, I've been there myself. She has every reason to be upset, so I have every reason to be worried. It doesn't matter what fucked up scenarios my mind plays out for me because whatever the cause... She is suffering.
After the holiday things will probably, slowly but surely, go back to normal. Once I receive her gift I'll know for sure she's alright and I'll be able to push all of these irrational fears to the back of my mind.
Credited to Souldapop
Originally uploaded on December 19, 2012
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